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“Value is not always visible. Sometimes, it’s invisible and intangible.”
― 17 Reasons Why Businesses Fail :Unscrew Yourself From Business Failure
― 17 Reasons Why Businesses Fail :Unscrew Yourself From Business Failure

“I grew up in love with women's stories, with the ways their labor made itself visible everywhere, even when men would prefer to pretend that it wasn't the scaffolding of their very existence.”
― Good Morning, Destroyer of Men's Souls: A Memoir of Women, Addiction, and Love
― Good Morning, Destroyer of Men's Souls: A Memoir of Women, Addiction, and Love

“I became expert at making myself
invisible. I could linger two hours over a coffee, four over a meal, and hardly be noticed by the waitress. Though the janitors in Commons rousted me every night at closing time, I doubt they ever realized they spoke to the same boy twice. Sunday afternoons, my cloak of invisibility around my shoulders, I would sit in the infirmary for sometimes six hours at a time, placidly reading copies of Yankee magazine ('Clamming on Cuttyhunk') or Reader's Digest (Ten Ways to Help That Aching Back!'), my presence unremarked by receptionist, physician, and fellow sufferer alike.
But, like the Invisible Man in H. G. Wells, I discovered that my gift had its price, which took the form of, in my case as in his, a sort of mental darkness. It seemed that people failed to meet my eye, made as if to walk through me; my superstitions began to transform themselves into something like mania. I became convinced that it was only a matter of time before one of the rickety iron steps that led to my room gave and I would fall and break my neck or, worse, a leg; I'd freeze or starve before Leo would assist me. Because one day, when I'd climbed the stairs successfully and without fear, I'd had an old Brian Eno song running through my head ('In New Delhi, 'And Hong Kong,' They all know that it won't be long...'), I now had to sing it to myself each trip up or down the stairs.
And each time I crossed the footbridge over the river, twice a day, I had to stop and scoop around in the coffee-colored snow at the road's edge until I found a decent-sized rock. I would then lean over the icy railing and drop it into the rapid current that bubbled over the speckled dinosaur eggs of granite which made up its bed - a gift to the river-god, maybe, for safe crossing, or perhaps some attempt to prove to it that I, though invisible, did exist. The water ran so shallow and clear in places that sometimes I heard the dropped stone click as it hit the bed. Both hands on the icy rail, staring down at the water as it dashed white against the boulders, boiled thinly over the polished stones, I wondered what it would be like to fall and break my head open on one of those bright rocks: a wicked crack, a sudden limpness, then veins of red marbling the glassy water.
If I threw myself off, I thought, who would find me in all that white silence? Might the river beat me downstream over the rocks until it spat me out in the quiet waters, down behind the dye factory, where some lady would catch me in the beam of her headlights when she pulled out of the parking lot at five in the afternoon? Or would I, like the pieces of Leo's mandolin, lodge stubbornly in some quiet place behind a boulder and wait, my clothes washing about me, for spring?”
― The Secret History
invisible. I could linger two hours over a coffee, four over a meal, and hardly be noticed by the waitress. Though the janitors in Commons rousted me every night at closing time, I doubt they ever realized they spoke to the same boy twice. Sunday afternoons, my cloak of invisibility around my shoulders, I would sit in the infirmary for sometimes six hours at a time, placidly reading copies of Yankee magazine ('Clamming on Cuttyhunk') or Reader's Digest (Ten Ways to Help That Aching Back!'), my presence unremarked by receptionist, physician, and fellow sufferer alike.
But, like the Invisible Man in H. G. Wells, I discovered that my gift had its price, which took the form of, in my case as in his, a sort of mental darkness. It seemed that people failed to meet my eye, made as if to walk through me; my superstitions began to transform themselves into something like mania. I became convinced that it was only a matter of time before one of the rickety iron steps that led to my room gave and I would fall and break my neck or, worse, a leg; I'd freeze or starve before Leo would assist me. Because one day, when I'd climbed the stairs successfully and without fear, I'd had an old Brian Eno song running through my head ('In New Delhi, 'And Hong Kong,' They all know that it won't be long...'), I now had to sing it to myself each trip up or down the stairs.
And each time I crossed the footbridge over the river, twice a day, I had to stop and scoop around in the coffee-colored snow at the road's edge until I found a decent-sized rock. I would then lean over the icy railing and drop it into the rapid current that bubbled over the speckled dinosaur eggs of granite which made up its bed - a gift to the river-god, maybe, for safe crossing, or perhaps some attempt to prove to it that I, though invisible, did exist. The water ran so shallow and clear in places that sometimes I heard the dropped stone click as it hit the bed. Both hands on the icy rail, staring down at the water as it dashed white against the boulders, boiled thinly over the polished stones, I wondered what it would be like to fall and break my head open on one of those bright rocks: a wicked crack, a sudden limpness, then veins of red marbling the glassy water.
If I threw myself off, I thought, who would find me in all that white silence? Might the river beat me downstream over the rocks until it spat me out in the quiet waters, down behind the dye factory, where some lady would catch me in the beam of her headlights when she pulled out of the parking lot at five in the afternoon? Or would I, like the pieces of Leo's mandolin, lodge stubbornly in some quiet place behind a boulder and wait, my clothes washing about me, for spring?”
― The Secret History

“It was not the thought of seeing God that upset her. It was the thought of being seen.”
― Not Wanted on the Voyage
― Not Wanted on the Voyage

“In the world of the privileged, all unprivileged people are invisible. The rich stare right through
you as though you aren’t there. Isn’t it time you made yourself visible?”
― The Illuminati Manifesto
you as though you aren’t there. Isn’t it time you made yourself visible?”
― The Illuminati Manifesto

“which is why mimes are rarely invited to birthday parties, as the gifts they gave were usually invisible boxes.”
― A Dragon, A Pig, and a Rabbi Walk into a Bar...and other Rambunctious Bites
― A Dragon, A Pig, and a Rabbi Walk into a Bar...and other Rambunctious Bites
“The biggest fucking win for the authorial powers in control at the moment, is the invisibility with which they rule.”
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“When I was little, my mother used to tell me that a woman becomes invisible to men at a certain age.
Perhaps that's why she let him commit the acts that he did. She would become visible only then, once she'd served a purpose in his agenda, and she knew the secret would forever bind him to her.”
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Perhaps that's why she let him commit the acts that he did. She would become visible only then, once she'd served a purpose in his agenda, and she knew the secret would forever bind him to her.”
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“It was a grand plan, which would have taxed the imperial treasure to its limits to accomplish. It would have needed more men than the mind can encompass, men to map and men to measure, surveyors, census-takers, painters; it would have taken model-makers, potters, builders, and craftsmen. Six hundred professional dreamers would have been needed to reveal the nature of things hidden beneath the roots of trees, and in the deepest mountain caverns, and in the depths of the sea, for the map, to be worth anything, needed to contain both the visible empire and the invisible.”
― Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders
― Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders

“Music is invisible, just like paintings are inaudible. Between the invisible and the inaudible you'll find the art known as BearPaw Duck And Meme Farm.”
― One Out of Ten Dentists Agree: This Book Helps Fight Gingivitis. Maybe Tomorrow I’ll Ask Nine More Dentists.: A BearPaw Duck And Meme Farm Production
― One Out of Ten Dentists Agree: This Book Helps Fight Gingivitis. Maybe Tomorrow I’ll Ask Nine More Dentists.: A BearPaw Duck And Meme Farm Production

“Lot of Black folks, we talk about beinâ€� invisible, you know—white people, they can look right through you, like you ain’t even there. I judo that shit, right? I make it work for me. I’m like a ninja, I vanish. Ali said float like a butterfly. One minute I’m there, the next, I ain’t. Ain’t nothing but burnt rubber and a little bit of Forever Red in the air.”
― Burn the Dark
― Burn the Dark

“When I arrived home, my mother was gone. And that was that. Perhaps the feathers had come for her, like they whispered they would in my dream. Perhaps my father had returned for her. Or the strength of her sadness had turned her invisible. Either way, my wandering feet had abandoned her, like she warned me they would.”
― Migrations
― Migrations
“De vez en cuando siento también el mal saliendo de la gente, irradiando alrededor de ellos como una nube invisible de miedo. Cuando veo personas asÃ, siento el miedo en mi espina dorsal. Temo por ellas, rezo intensamente porque no se dan cuenta que el diablo está agarrado a sus almas.”
― My Heart Will Triumph
― My Heart Will Triumph
“Pero ¿de qué pan se alimenta la fe de MarÃa y de José, cuál es el sacramento de todos sus momentos sagrados? ¿Qué se descubre bajo la apariencia común de los acontecimientos que los llenan? Lo que allà sucede es visible, es lo que ordinariamente vemos en todos los hombres; pero lo invisible que la fe allà descubre y reconoce es nada menos que el mismo Dios realizando obras grandes. Dios se revela a los pequeños en las cosas más pequeñas; y los grandes, que solo miran la apariencia, no le reconocen, no lo descubren ni aun en las grandes.”
― Abandonment to Divine Providence
― Abandonment to Divine Providence
“The biggest fucking win for the authoritative powers in control at the moment, is the invisibility with which they rule.”
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“When I was little, my mother used to tell me that a woman becomes invisible to men at a certain age.
Perhaps that's why she let him commit the acts that he did. She would become visible only then, once she'd served a purpose in his agenda, and she knew the secret would forever bind him to her.”
― The Designer Wife
Perhaps that's why she let him commit the acts that he did. She would become visible only then, once she'd served a purpose in his agenda, and she knew the secret would forever bind him to her.”
― The Designer Wife

“Whether it’s what we can see, or the invisible, we must trust that there is something greater we are meant to know.”
― Mindfulness and Mysticism: Connecting Present Moment Awareness with Higher States of Consciousness
― Mindfulness and Mysticism: Connecting Present Moment Awareness with Higher States of Consciousness

“I think the beautiful ones are here with us It’s you, and me. And we’re only invisible because the world’s not looking yet...”
― Chosen Not Cheated: Discover God's Goodness Through Life's Detours, Denials and Doubts
― Chosen Not Cheated: Discover God's Goodness Through Life's Detours, Denials and Doubts

“I wish to stay invisible like the air that surrounds you and quietly help you to live and grow, and to see and enjoy the beauty of life.”
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“So I renamed myself Ari.
If I switched the letter, my name was Air.
I thought it might be a great thing to be the air.
I could be something and nothing at the same time. I could be necessary and also invisible. Everyone would need me and no one would be able to see me.”
― Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
If I switched the letter, my name was Air.
I thought it might be a great thing to be the air.
I could be something and nothing at the same time. I could be necessary and also invisible. Everyone would need me and no one would be able to see me.”
― Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
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